The streets are all afire The pavements covered red Our situation's dire It's just as Tommy said Enoch Powell spoke of rivers Back when Birmingham was white In a speech that gave us shivers And it seems that he was right The Muslims have invaded Two thousand, thousand men Our girls are now paraded Naked, drugged and barely ten We used to have a nation They stole it in our sleep Now "conquered" is our station It's enough to make you weep The Imams say their doctrine Is God's own honest truth And any disagreeing Shall be killed by Islam's youth Can you hear your daughter moaning? Keening plaintively for aid? To be spared from rape and stoning In the bed that Britain made